someday, somewhere - inevitably - they will meet, and they will be near and imperfect strangers, pausing awkwardly, a hesitant handshake apart, and passing the time of
day, of months, of years, of a heart's age.
the distance between them will be peculiar and profound; no confidences will be shared, no explanations made, and no hurts healed: since the sweet sequence of their story was interrupted, simply too much time has passed.
The numbers on the doors intrigue me: 36 and 4? Illogical, dr. Spock would say.
ReplyDeleteHeavy words, Lynn, fitting picture.
Genius Lynn! Even more intriquing as I have Pink Floyd "Shine on you Crazy Diamond" playing in the background.
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures and great story. Maybe time already passed and they choose to live not far with lots of colors...
ReplyDeleteIsn't it interesting how one aspect can distract from so many others? The graffiti, the colrs, the architecture, the latches, their relations to the street... This is a brilliant catch, Lynn. They really have nothing in common except their mail slots.
ReplyDeleteThis was well worth going back for, Lynn! I love the sparkle of life that is showing here, despite the passing and ravages of time. And there is always hope as is implied in your story.
ReplyDeleteGreat!
what a find! great shot, Lynn!
ReplyDeleteWonderful capture. Love the colors and the whimsy of the doors.
ReplyDeletePrior to reading you text, my first impression was to personify these doors...two souls close in proximity divided somehow. I was then, as always, rewarded by your words.
ReplyDeletelooks funky! very whimsical looking doors ... and the numbering system, from 4 to 36 ... very funny
ReplyDeleteHoi Lynn, gaat alles goed?
ReplyDeleteLOVE this image... glad everyone is fine... Just checking in to say hi...
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